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Larry Bird Ft. Grea8Gawd And Knowledge The Pirate Prod. By Roc Marci
Roc Marciano
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Larry Bird
Like Magic to Bird, you heard?
Whip work, Larry Bird, yo
Threw a four on a sprite to get wavy
I slept like a white baby
Lately I been writing crazy (yeah)
Just maybe they thought I might've got lazy
I'm sick, not even God can save me
Nor any concoction made by Dr. Sebi
It's Roc Marci baby, hide your lady (hide that bitch)
Shout out the maybe, shit got hotter than Haiti
Little hot shot we gave 'em around 80, sprayed the Mercedes
My guys blast for me before I had money like Bad Bunny
My son a rider not a crash dummy
But no cap, beloved'll crash out for me
That goes without saying (say less)
I will go in your mouth without down payment from Al Haymon
I'm amazing, niggas go out they way to downplay it, that's flagrant (sucka shit, foul)
You know the name of the game is relationships
Ain't no way a lame could relate to this
My caretakers was freebasing in the crib
The first bitch I hit, some young lady that use to babysit
Opps can't infiltrate the clique like it's Operation Paperclip
It don't cost a lot of paper to get you clipped
This ain't no clickbait, they thought maybe we came to fish
Shit, so much fish, 80 bricks, kid, it made the table flip, Marci
Whip game tight, you heard? (Tight, you heard?)
Whip white, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Pass a bird like Magic to Bird, you heard?
33, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Whip white, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
33, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Wrist did magic wit' the bird, you heard?
Labels keep asking me to be patient
My mind's aligned, my heart's fine, my wrist need the vacation
Like Nell Carter, it need a break
I'm almost certain for seven years it been fractured and need a brace (y'all can't fuck wit' me man)
I'm talking decades of endless twisting (chefin')
I'll front you a bird after Thanksgiving under one condition (what's that?)
Gotta be Muslim, can't be Christian (why?)
'Cause a Christian'll do anything to see they kid smile at Christmas
You're now listenin' to coded bars
You see little Ricky jumpin' for joy
He'll turn his back on his boy and run off wit' that bundle of joy
Dope dealers turn to script writers, you cannot sit by us
I play Maryland like Len Bias, little nigga I been flyer (talk)
I been nice since Iceberg made history
Taking bus trips like Richard Pryor and Cicely
Now these people know my name way out in Sicily
White girl in the front yelling, "GAWD come christen me!"
I knew this shit would happen eventually (yeah)
And if you too young for busting loose
I was chopping up a deuce when Arnold was scared of Gooch (yeah)
I got Latin quarter pics, you need some proof
Never drank, only thing kept falling was the roof
Let me give y'all time to digest (go)
I ain't attracted to skinny, I like 'em cornfed
If she ain't thick, she get shot down like Cornbread
Mon frere, let's get one thing clear
Bad boy, I whip a bird like Bill Laimbeer, gawd
Yo, check it, me and Marci like Magic and Kareem
Lighting purple, dripped in gold, out in LA, with the team
Feel like we playin' in Boston, all this white and this green
I see you shinin', keep doin' ya thing
Listen, yo, we got a new plug in Medellin
Threw Larry the bird for fortune in Fort Greene
Son got a brick and a half and did his thing
Got picked up for two different murders and didn't sing
(That nigga ain't say nothing, son)
Yeah, this a hardwood classic type of game
His son became the number one draft pick for the chain
Not hard to tell he's very passionate 'bout the game
The way he quick to lift up his ratchet and let it bang
Listen, yo, he threw it in the air, we gon' catch it and do our thing
And that's how you score the winning basket for your team
My man said he just got out of traffic with them things, gawd
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